[football] exactly the same

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Even if Mourinho is not very reliable, he also knows that he can't tell others casually, especially reporters.

Thankfully, it was because of Mourinho's reliability at this second that Cristiano and Chris were saved from being woken up by the phone calls from the media the next day-although it was useless, because they didn't get the answer immediately, so the reporter I deliberately contacted Real Madrid players I am familiar with to try to figure out these ulterior secrets.

But the turmoil was still brewing, and Chris didn't know it at this time.

He slept soundly for a night, and then even meditated for a while when he got up the next morning-father used to like to use this to help him concentrate. Chris tried it a few times and didn't think it was particularly effective, but Not sure what drove him to try again today.

'How are you feeling, Chris? ' Dad looked at Chris expectantly, expecting him to say this is really a good idea, I think it works great.

But Chris disliked lying to his father even more than disappointing him.So even though he knew what his father's standard answer was, he still bowed his head and said guiltily: "I'm sorry Dad, I really want to say that this feels great, but I really don't feel the kind of wonderful you said." No That kind of 'a new you' that my father said, you can feel the oxygen coming into your body, the old cells leave with the breath, and the new cells grow slowly. You feel something coming into your blood, that's Some kind of power—something that brings calm, not violence. Chris, you feel strong and peaceful, not because of your biology, but because you are both inside and out. Soft and hard'.

'So, Dad, what was it like? Chris looked at his father's disappointed face and couldn't help asking, "What is soft and hard?" '

'It's hard to describe, honey, but don't worry, you'll feel it one day - to be honest, I shouldn't be surprised by your answer now, after all, I also felt it in the summer of 2016 this. 'Father patted Chris on the shoulder,'Since then, my physical function may have declined, but my heart has never left the peak-I hope you can understand it as soon as possible, not because it is too late at your age. Not for granted, but because I want it to coincide with your biological peak. '

When he did this in front of his father at that time, he felt peaceful and comfortable, but it was not enough to be described as wonderful.

Now, when he sits on the rug in his bedroom, his mind is no longer a soft black and white, but yesterday's goal and that feeling that haunts him.

He seems to feel that his soul has transcended the limitations of his body and extended to infinity, just like a master.

Chris wants to occupy a unique pinnacle, and wants to prove that he is the only beloved son of God—he should be God's favorite person, and he should be the master of fate and the whole world.He wants everyone to know who is the king of all Spain and the whole world.

He felt a longing, a longing to play again to dominate the outcome—that feeling was good, but it was almost drifting away from what his father had said.

He is only hard, without any softness.

"What's the matter, Chris? Didn't sleep well?"

Chris recovered from the confusion caused by his morning meditation, looked at Mr. Aveiro who was sitting across from him and looked at him with concern, and quickly said: "No..."

All Ronaldo are failed liars-when Chris saw Mr. Aveiro's noncommittal expression, he knew that he had failed this round of attempts.

"Okay... I admit I'm a bit confused, but it's nothing to do with last night. Uncle Aveiro, I have to say, yesterday was the sweetest sleep I had." Chris chose the honesty he is better at, "I just Confused about meditation this morning."

Mr. Aveiro obviously didn't know much about the morning practice of meditation, but out of concern for Chris, he still gently handed Chris the knife and fork while asking him what the situation was.

Although Chris felt that Mr. Aveiro could not offer any constructive suggestions, after all, even the current Cristiano might just be confused when he heard this—but maybe it was just that he couldn’t refuse such kindness, maybe it was just because he He was in a hurry to go to the doctor, so Chris still spoke out.

Mr. Aveiro listened quietly, even giving up cutting his own cinnamon apple pie to show his seriousness about the conversation.

This attitude made Chris feel good.

"So, do you think your feelings are different from what 'father' said?" After listening to Chris's statement, Mr. Aveiro briefly summed up one sentence - he is still not used to the image of Cristiano and 'father' By the same token, Cristiano doesn't look like a philosopher after all, does he?

Chris nodded.

"I don't know how to play football, and I'm not a fan." Mr. Aveiro said gently, "But would you like to hear me tell my feelings? Just as an ordinary person, not a fan or a professional player."

"Of course, Uncle Aveiro, please speak."

Mr. Aveiro intertwined his fingertips and lightly touched his chin, "Chris, I always thought that God is soft and hard."

Chris moved his lips, wanting to say something, but when Mr. Aveiro noticed this and stopped his words to wait for him to speak, he chose to remain silent again.

"God is soft in heart, so he loves and tolerates his children. God is hard as iron, just and ruthless, so he can defend us and punish those who have fallen among us." Mr. Aveiro said flatly, "softness makes Your love, toughness builds your fighting spirit and tenacity. You love all the people around you, and then you are soft; you seek to overcome all enemies around you, never give up and never compromise, and then you are hard.”

"The desire to fight can't hide your love for everyone, and your love can't offset your desire to win and defeat your opponent. That's why you are hard and soft." Mr. Aveiro looked into Chris's eyes intently , "Chris, what your 'father' said may not be clear-this may be because he already knew the feeling at the time, but he didn't know how to describe it in words, but I have to say, it is a feeling that is close to divine. Realize."

"He no longer fights because of his own competitiveness, but because of love - love brings peace and strength. But pure competitiveness will only bring you jealousy and anger."

Mr. Aveiro praised his father, but Chris grinned stupidly as if he had received the supreme praise, "Yes, Uncle Aveiro, my father is like that. He is the closest to God in the world that."

Mr. Aveiro's 40 years of upbringing have taught him not to roll his eyes.

"Anyway, I think what you're feeling is a step in the process—people are motivated by a desire to conquer, and then at some point there's a shift," Mr. Aveiro continued, "but The difference between the divine and the mortal is that the divine can combine love with emulation, but the mortal either becomes too philanthropic* because of love to continue fighting, or becomes too emulative to forget how to love."

"Then what should I do?" Chris was eager to get an answer—he had always asked his father this way in the past, and his father always answered everything.

Mr. Aveiro shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, Chris, I'm just an ordinary person, and I've never been close to that state for a moment. So, I can't answer you. But I believe that God loves you. At a certain moment in life, when When he thinks it is time, he will naturally reveal all the truth to you."

Chris cut his pineapple pie full of thoughts and didn't speak.

Seeing that he was thinking, Mr. Aveiro stopped talking and continued to think about his own breakfast.

boom.

Mr. Aveiro was startled by a loud noise on the dining table, and when he looked up, he found that it was Little Chris who slapped the table with surprise.

"Thank you, Uncle Aveiro, I think I know what that is! My God! I think that's what he was trying to tell me!" Chris said cheerfully, "You don't need to say you don't know football anymore, Really, Uncle Aveiro, I think that after reaching a certain level, all the principles in the world are the same."

Mr. Aveiro may have been pleasantly surprised by Chris's acknowledgment, "Thank you, Chris, it's my wish to help you."

But Chris didn't seem to really hear what Mr. Aveiro was saying, he just picked up the half of the whole pineapple pie that he didn't have time to cut and ran outside, "I have to tell Cristiano - thanks again You, Uncle Aveiro."

Mr. Aveiro was about to stop Chris and tell him that a gentleman wouldn't run around with food when his phone's notification vibration interrupted him.

Marca: 'Higuain: Isn't Chris' 'father' the enhanced version of Cristiano?I thought the whole world knew this. '

AS: 'Ramos: I heard it with my own ears, I can't be wrong!Cristiano asked Chris to call him Papa. '

Daily Sports Daily: "Real Madrid's internal bullying incident was exposed, and Ronaldo forced Ronaldo Jr. to call him dad." '

Mr. Aveiro finally couldn't help rolling his eyes this time.